The vast Dream Sea, atop layers of miracles and magnificence, where Transcendents walk the ascendant path guided by their ultimate longings as if by beacons.
The supreme beings wielded power, their greatness shining in all directions, ascending to divinity.
But even deities were not the ultimate. They too struggled for greater perfection and ideals, endlessly, within the Void Origin, above the Dream Sea.
"So... Your Majesty Ybur, as the most powerful Slime in history, what exactly drives you to become stronger?"
Many years later, when faced with the question from a Heavenly envoy, Ybur, who by then stood at the zenith of the Dream Realm as the "World Devourer," recalled the afternoon just after his birth when the Creator had stuffed him down a golden toilet and flushed him into the sewers in one go...
After a long silence, he spoke with a heavy tone:
"It's the toilet. The golden toilet."
The envoy: "???"

Xinlandon has no "climate change" to speak of; every day and night are controlled by the artificial lights installed on the zenith. Particularly in the Downtown District, there's no simulated spring, summer, or autumn—only the unchanging monotony day after day. The only disruption came a while ago when a minor earthquake caused one of the large overhead lights to fall, crashing down onto a small building below. A family of three inside died instantly, creating a large "dark zone" in the city where light was lacking.


Chapter 679 - Chapter 40: Accident